Elena had clearly not slept well.
She had not slept well and she knew exactly why and she was not going to think about it. Her thoughts were so jumbled.
She planned to get up, get prepared and dressed, finish packing, go downstairs, get in whatever car Alessandro had arranged, and be a completely normal person about all of it.
That was the plan. But how could she be happy? She had to force herself!
She stood in front of the gigantic mirror, looked at herself and had a very firm internal conversation.
He took you hostage Elena, don't be a cunt. She told her reflection seriously.
He shot a man in your garden and then took you hostage. You have not forgotten that. You are not going to forget that. Whatever your body decided to do last night in that bathtub is completely irrelevant and we are never speaking of it again, so breathe and get your act together. Don't be a horny coward!
Her reflection looked back at her with an expression that was not entirely convincing.
